Lucifer (Vampires in America: The Vampire Wars Book 11)

by D. B. Reynolds

  “Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured, almost as if to himself. “So pink, so delicate . . .” His tongue speared out, and he licked the length of her slit, from her opening to her clit, his tongue swirling around that sensitive nub without touching it, and back again. “So tasty, bella. So wet and creamy.”

  Eleanor groaned, embarrassed, but so unbearably aroused as he licked yet again, lapping up the cream of her arousal. She threw her head back, fighting the urge to thrust her pussy into his face, to beg him to lick harder, lick more. Her arms were over her head, her hands gripping the wooden slats of the headboard until she thought they’d crack. She didn’t know how to handle this overload of sensation. She wanted to scream, she needed to come. Why wouldn’t he let her come?

  His tongue rasped over her clit without warning, and she jerked in surprise. Her pussy clenched greedily, looking for something to fill it. She groaned, a plea in her throat, ready to beg him for release. But this was Lucifer. He knew what she needed, and he held nothing back.

  His tongue stabbed into her pussy, hard and thrusting like a cock, while his thumb toyed with her clit, circling, brushing, promising but never giving her relief. She did beg then, gasping his name. And he rewarded her, sucking her clit into his mouth, biting down with just his lips, pinching the hardened nub, so engorged with her blood, so exquisitely sensitive. The climax slammed into her, hard and ferocious. For all her begging, she was completely unprepared for the strength of it. Her back bowed, lifting from the bed until there was nothing holding her to earth except Lucifer’s mouth between her legs, his strong hands on her hips. She leaned forward, bent nearly in half as she gripped his short hair and hugged his head between her breasts, even as he continued to suck her clit. Her orgasm rolled on and on, shuddering through her body until she was sobbing for a different kind of relief. She couldn’t take this, couldn’t deal with the overload.

  Finally, his head lifted and he gathered her close, making soothing noises, holding her, giving her strength as she trembled in the aftermath, as lingering sparks of orgasm set off firestorms in her muscles.

  He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. “Delicious, isn’t it?” he murmured, sensual and unrepentant.

  Despite the flush of embarrassment staining her cheeks, she smiled. She’d never met anyone like Lucifer. Not before meeting him, and not in the many years after. Or maybe she’d just never let anyone else get that close. She’d fed from many men since leaving him, and she’d fed from women, too. It didn’t matter to her. They were food, and nothing more. She hadn’t had a lover, hadn’t let anyone get close. Because Lucifer had always been there in her heart.

  She was abruptly aware of his cock, a solid, throbbing presence between her thighs, nestled between her trembling pussy lips like a delicious promise. And her body knew what it wanted. Her sheath was pulsing, tightening and releasing, as if sensing the heaven that was so close.

  “Do you want it, baby?” he murmured, flexing his hips, sliding his hard length through her wetness.

  She nodded against his chest, her throat too dry to speak.

  He pulled back to study her, and something softer passed over his face, changing his expression. Something solemn and gentle. “Have I told you I love you, bella?”

  Tears filled her eyes. She nodded, her chest tight with emotion. “I love you, too.”

  “That’s good, baby.” He rolled her to her back, tucking her beneath him, as he settled between her thighs and slid his cock deep inside her. She was so wet that it went in easily, her inner muscles stretching eagerly to accommodate his thickness, her body so ready for him that it was almost embarrassing. He’d always been able to do this to her, make her hunger for things she hadn’t even known she wanted. And what she wanted more than anything was Lucifer.

  She flexed her hips against him, tightening her inner muscles and squeezing his cock. His pupils flared in appreciation a moment before he reversed their positions, rolling her on top of him with ease, his cock still firmly seated inside her.

  “Play with those beautiful breasts, baby. I want to watch.”

  Eleanor felt a rush of sensual power, and did as he asked, squeezing her breasts together, and pinching her nipples into puffy, pink pearls of flesh.

  “So pretty,” he murmured, his eyes riveted. “My pretty, pink princess.”

  “Not any longer,” she said, suddenly meeting his eyes.

  “Still,” he insisted. “You’re still Eleanor. And, baby—” He flexed upward to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking until it was flushed bright pink with blood. “—you’re still pink.” He bit the nipple playfully, then switched to her other breast, sucking while he continued to the pinch the other, until they were both red and engorged with blood. And then he bit one of the swollen tips, lapping up the blood while the euphoric in his bite zipped into her blood stream, zinging along her nerves. It wasn’t the same as if she’d been human, but Lucifer was one powerful, fucking vampire, and his bite had power still.

  And so did hers. As he drank her blood, his cock hardened even more, swelling until she worried for him, wondering if it might hurt. But then he was grinning, her blood on his lips, his big hands gripping her hips, holding her still as he began thrusting up into her, totally in control for all her superior position. He slammed into her fast and hard, going deeper with every thrust, changing the angle to go deeper still until she felt the first warm rush of his release. He groaned, his fingers digging in her flesh, as she fell forward, her breasts crushed against the flat planes of his chest, her pussy squeezing, grasping his cock as it bucked deep inside her a moment before her climax hit, and then she could only hold on as her entire world collapsed down to this one room, this one bed, and Lucifer in her arms.

  They clung to each other in the aftermath, both of them trembling, muscles shivering beneath their skin. She kissed the smooth skin of his shoulder, tasting the salty, blood-flavored sweat coating his skin, and she sighed in contentment. They had to get up soon, but they could take a few more minutes, a little more time—

  Lucifer slapped her ass smartly. “Time to shower, bella. The world awaits.”

  So much for a few more minutes, she thought sourly. But he was right. Because it wasn’t the world that was waiting for them, it was Colin Murphy.

  Chapter Eight

  Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

  SOPHIA PUSHED BACK from her desk, and threw her iPad down, hearing it skid across the desk and fall to the floor as she paced over to the window. There was nothing to see tonight. A heavy cloud cover had moved in, making the night as dark as her mood.

  She sensed Danika outside the office door, hesitating a moment before knocking lightly. The vampire seemed to be everywhere underfoot lately, sticking her nose into every aspect of Sophia’s business. An argument could be made that she was doing her best to serve her lady, trying to compensate for Colin’s abduction, and then Eleanor’s absence, not to mention Tambra’s supposed preoccupation with that business in Calgary—a preoccupation, coincidentally that had prevented her from even calling Sophia to check in. And that was the problem right there. There were too many coincidences for Sophia’s peace of mind. All three of her most trusted advisors were gone, leaving Danika to step into the void. And although she’d probed Danika’s mind and found no deceit, she’d been left uneasy with what she did find. The female vampire’s natural shields had been a touch too strong, her resistance to the probe a touch too resilient. Sophia had pushed anyway, far enough to be confident that there was no deception intended. She could have gone further, could have torn the female vampire’s mind apart to discover what had inspired those tough shields, but that would almost certainly have caused permanent destruction, and Sophia was reluctant to go that far without some evidence of wrongdoing.

  And the evidence wasn’t there. So far Danika had been nothing but helpful. But maybe that was the most suspic
ious thing of all. Danika wasn’t her child; she hadn’t even been with Sophia for very long, so why the sudden devotion?

  Or maybe Sophia was simply seeing conspiracy everywhere she looked.

  “Come in,” she snapped, impatient and resigned in equal measure. And that made her pause, made her examine her feelings. Because as irritating as Danika could be, she didn’t usually engender such intense emotion.

  Danika had no sooner opened the door, than Sophia was rocked by a wave of rage . . . and then pain. She reached out blindly, her hand hitting the desk as she fought to parse the emotions rolling over her in waves.

  “Calgary,” Sophia rasped, as she dug down for the strength that made her a vampire lord, and sent it storming back along the path to her beleaguered vampires.

  “My lady?” Danika questioned.

  “Be ready to leave in ten minutes,” she said, already striding for the door to the private quarters she shared with Colin. “I want the chopper waiting on the pad by the time I get there.”

  “But the weather—” the female vamp started to object, before Sophia spun on her with a snarl.

  “I don’t give a fuck about the weather. That chopper is on the pad in ten minutes, or the pilot can find himself a new profession. Assuming he lives that long,” she added in a mutter. The pilot was a damn vampire. If he couldn’t fly in a little bad weather, he wasn’t of any use to her.

  Sophia didn’t wait to hear what Danika had to say. She strode out of the office and into the small vestibule outside her private quarters. Leaving the female vamp behind, she entered the complex door code which changed automatically every sixth day. Memorizing the new numbers was a pain in the ass, but Colin had insisted, and when it came to security, she always listened to what he had to say.

  The thought would have made her smile if circumstances hadn’t been so dire. Colin would have said that security was the only issue on which she never argued with him. But the situation was dire, and there was no time or energy for anything else. The Calgary compound was under attack, and vampires were dying. The very desperation she’d felt from so many minds at once told her how bad it was, but it told her more than that. The attack had come from within the compound. There was no other way it could have hit so fast and so hard, with no warning.

  There was more treachery among the ranks of her vampires, and it rankled. She’d tried to avoid what Colin called “the nuclear option,” tried to avoid ripping through her every one of her vampires’ minds until she’d weeded out every single traitor. But it seemed her compassion had been misplaced. And now innocent vampires were paying the price.

  Eight minutes later, she’d changed into the kind of simple clothing that wouldn’t get in the way of what she was about to do. Her first order of business was to repel the invaders, which meant bloody, up-close fighting. But the bloodshed wouldn’t end there. Vampires were going to die tonight, and they might be the lucky ones.

  Calgary, Alberta, Canada

  SOPHIA LEANED OVER the pilot’s shoulder, surveying the battle scene below. It was blatantly obvious that the attack had come from within. The massive gates to the compound were still closed, while the battle raged in the courtyard, and flames licked from the windows.

  She wasn’t a soldier, she didn’t have the warrior’s heart that Colin did. She didn’t spend hours in the gym building strength, or shooting weapons. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t fight, and right now there was only one answer to the fury burning inside her heart. And that was the blood of her enemies soaking into the ground at her feet. She tapped the pilot’s shoulder.

  “Get me low enough to drop, but don’t endanger the chopper,” she said over her headset. She waited only long enough to see his nod of acknowledgment, before moving to the open door of the helicopter. She’d brought fighters with her, and they waited now, standing patiently at her back while she stood in the opening, eyeing the scene below, deciding on her strategy as they dropped closer.

  The chopper evened out, and the pilot’s voice sounded in her ear. “This is it, my lady.”

  Sophia nodded, and spoke over the headset, saying, “Find a safe spot to set down and wait for my call back.”

  “Yes, my lady.”

  She held up a hand for her fighters, five fingers counting down. When she had only one finger left, she picked her spot down below, and stepped into the open air.

  The chopper’s wash buffeted her briefly, but then she was falling straight and true, right into the center of the courtyard, where the fighting was most fierce. Several of her vampires stood in a semi-circle around the open front doors of the building, making a last stand against their attackers.

  Sophia dropped in front of her people, and immediately spun to face the invaders. A quick survey told her who the most powerful attacker was, a massive vampire who seemed to be directing the others, and backing them up when they fell.

  Tightening her shields close to her skin, she formed a blazing sword of power and waded into the fray, cutting down unsuspecting vampires left and right. They’d been too taken up in their own battles, and hadn’t noticed the hovering helicopter until it began raining warriors upon them. Sophia laughed at the shock on their faces as she cut them down, felt the rush of an unfamiliar bloodlust heating her veins. The battle was shifting all around as her fresh warriors joined the fight, but she had eyes only for the big prize, the massive vampire who was now striding toward her, his eyes gleaming red with power.

  He was twice her size and three times her weight, but none of that mattered as her own power blazed forth in an amber gleam that lit up the courtyard with its strength. Her giant opponent hesitated briefly, no more than a stutter step, before his jaw tightened and he charged forward the last few feet, clearly hoping to use his physical size to overcome her overwhelming power advantage.

  But Sophia hadn’t been born yesterday. She wasn’t going to stand there like a post waiting to be run over. She waited until he was seconds away from crashing into her, and then she moved. She took a single step sideways and raised her blade of pure energy, letting its wickedly sharp edge slice into his gut and out through his back as he bulled right by her.

  He roared as he went down to his knees, her blade severing his spine and taking his legs right out from under him. Screaming in pain, he still forced his body to remain upright, swinging his much heavier blade in her direction. She lifted her shining sword to block.

  High carbon steel met vampire magic, and the steel melted.

  Her opponent shouted his defiance, but the sound was tinged with despair as his useless blade fell from his hand. “My master will bathe in your blood,” he growled.

  Sophia bared her teeth in a vicious grin, her fangs gleaming. “I’ll tell him you said so,” she said, meeting his tortured gaze. “Or you can tell him yourself after I kill him.” And then she swung her glowing blade back, and with a mighty push, shoved it into his chest, skewering his heart with a surge of power that burned the organ to ashes in a matter of seconds. The light in the vampire’s eyes went dark, and he crashed to the ground, falling to dust as he hit the cobbled stones of the courtyard.

  Sophia straightened immediately, and spun a full circle, seeking her next opponent. But the battle was over. Most of the enemy vamps, shocked by their leader’s death, had been cut down where they stood, but a few had fallen to their knees in surrender, and now waited to see if Sophia had any mercy to bestow upon them.

  Sophia’s people gathered at her back, their strength a solid wall that grew stronger with every minute, as they drew from her power, the power of a vampire lord defending her territory. A familiar presence stepped up to stand next to her. Sophia glanced over at Tambra. She was bloodied, as they all were, from battle, but her clothes were ragged and filthy, and she appeared gaunt with hunger.

  “Tambra,” Sophia said quietly, placing a light hand on her aide’s shoulder. It was
just enough to provide her vampire with a much-needed boost of energy, and she saw the female’s eyes close in relief.

  “Thank you, my lady,” Tambra whispered.

  Sophia tightened her hand briefly, then turned to face the rest of her vamps. “Let’s get these fires out, and—” She noted the enemy vamps who knelt huddled together on the ground. “Gather the trash,” she said sharply. “But keep it handy. I want answers.”

  Her vampires moved immediately, some running back into the house to deal with the flames, while others rounded up the defeated vampires and hustled them in the direction of a stone outbuilding that had probably been a barracks once upon a time. The Calgary compound was an old, human construction, but it had been repurposed by vampires more than a hundred years ago, largely because of its sturdy construction and expansive underground facilities. Those facilities had been substantially upgraded over the years, and recently renovated. In fact, those renovations had been the reason for Tambra’s visit, which had turned out to be a stroke of luck, putting her in a position to help with the defense until Sophia arrived.

  “What can you tell me about all of this?” Sophia asked, and then, noticing the effort it was taking for the female vamp to remain upright, guided her over to the short wall surrounding a dry fountain on one side of the courtyard. “Sit,” she ordered.

  Tambra breathed out a sigh of relief and sat, slumped over in apparent exhaustion. “Forgive me, my lady.”

  Sophia waved away her protests, and sat next to her. “Tell me what happened. Let’s start with the brute I sliced and diced.”

  Tambra nodded. “Virgil.”